the flowers
oscillate to and fro
like some
kind of
cute pendulums
that do not
tell time
hypnotic
these little beauties
take us
away from the hum drums
of our conundrums
as heat concentrates
in stones
spreading not the usual
warmth
but the other side
the warnings of
incoming deaths....
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